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Behold , the tides are awake!
Under the high moon's light,
Broad bands of silver, they glitter and quake,
Moving out into the night.
Off from the shore they slide,
Out, out into the blue:
And I am turned to a shimmering tide
Flooding on outward to you!
Under the high moon's light,
Broad bands of silver, they glitter and quake,
Moving out into the night.
Off from the shore they slide,
Out, out into the blue:
And I am turned to a shimmering tide
Flooding on outward to you!
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